Wednesday, 22 August 2012

731 Days of Frivolous Love

It was not two years and one day ago that I met
her. I knew her even before, In fact I might have even known her from another
life. I have seen her even before that, not superfluously but even in the much
simpler most straight forward sense. We were friends then and then we were
better friends and now much more than just friends in the contemporary sense.
But still we are friends first and anything and everything next.

The first time I met her was in my first days
of college, in the most casual way, unnoticed and perturbing of each other’s
existence. The first time I talked to her was in the gleaming presence of
borosil glasses of the many million shapes and the vast variety of colourful
liquids that it contained. Under its silent and tinted rendering of a magnificent
evening was the first ever sounds greeted her in menial enquires. Then the
first share the first touch, the first embrace and the first kiss and above all
the first tear drop of love.

Two years back on that day lost among the wondrous
celebrations how did I realized that it was to be her? That I don’t know but
when our eyes met that day, then and there. I knew we were much more much more
than what the earthy bodies have bounded us to be. We sue had history: a
history that spanned eternities together. Her imperfections so perfectly
sculpted that they fit like a hand in a glove to my imperfection. SO does my
imperfections to hers. We complement and we complete and in unison we are
eternal, transdential and complete.

Today all I price is her nearness all that I
care for is the pungent fragrance of her aroma. Today everything is but another
way to her just another step towards the ultimate union that is her and in her.
Today everything is about her and about our love for one another. The one fact
of the most greatest consequence today is that I am hers and she mine. The one ultimatum is and is always is that